Vincent was too dizzy to stand up on his own. Cid tired to help him stand, but Vincent said he felt sick.
"Vince, what the fuck is going on? You okay?" Cid asked, kneeling down and holding him. Vincent seemed to half trouble balancing, even on the floor.
"I don’t know," Vincent answered, uneasily.
By now Cloud was sitting near Vincent, having finished tripping over his own shoes to reach him, and was Vincent his clothes.
"What happened?" the doctor asked, giving the three some space. By now, nearly the entire hospital staff knew about Vincent’s reaction to being in a hospital, surrounded by machines and wires and people in white coats, and about keeping their hands away from Vincent’s teeth.
"He’s not nuts!" Cid yelled.
"Never said he was," the doctor replied. "I did say it’s be in everyone’s best interest for him to have a tranquilizer. Panic attacks are very likely to occur in places you’ve had them before."
"Fucking great. Anything else useless you want us to know about."
"Cid," Cloud started.
What stopped Cid was Vincent’s hand grabbing his shirt. "My arm…" Vincent said.
"Cloud, knock it off!" Cid yelled, batting Cloud away from the buckles he seemed to be playing with.
"It’s almost over, isn’t it?" Vincent asked.
"Yes, it’s almost over, Mr. Valentine. We were just going to check your temperature, pulse, blood pressure. Stuff like that. We’ll have to wait for you to calm down before we take any readings. I sent a nurse to get a tranquilizer for you. Are you okay taking one?"
"You said no needles."
"It’s not an injection, Mr. Valentine, it’s a pill. It should calm you down. You can go straight home after the test. It’s completely non-invasive, and it’ll only take a few minutes."